Extreme Bikini Uncensored Novels & Stories

Even as I caught a sense of deja vu, my tears flowed uncontrollably as I realized that I had reincarnated. In my last life, Ken slapped me as everyone watched when I tried to stop the class from having a bikini party at Aram Beach. He called me jealous and hated them being a loving couple, while the rest of the class followed suit and mocked me for it. I was furious and frustrated, but for their sake, I spoke to Mrs. Dent, the class teacher. She scolded everyone when she realized what they were doing and called off the bikini party. However, Susie Lambert got so upset that she ran off alone and flaunted her bikini at the beach anyway, and she was caught before being executed as a spy by zeal

She hadn’t just dressed ‘sexy’; she had dressed aggressively. She was wearing a micro-thin, white mesh cover-up over a tiny bikini. The white mesh was practically transparent in the sunlight, clinging to her wet body. Her nipples were clearly defined, showing through the sheer fabric. But the real showstopper was the bottom. The bikini was cut so high and so thin in the front that it barely covered her, and the mesh cover-up did nothing to hide the prominent V-line of her pelvis, the delicate outline of her labia pushing against the fabric. She was walking advertisement for 'look at me.'

Warning: Explicit sexual content, cuckold/hotwife dynamics, interracial content, rough sex, voyeurism. 18+ only. "Hold that pose, babe! Perfect!" Mark crouched low with his camera, snapping rapid-fire shots of his wife Jessica as she arched her back by the pool, the new white bikini contrasting beautifully against her tanned skin. The afternoon sun caught the water droplets on her body just right, and Mark's artistic eye appreciated the composition even as another part of him appreciated... other things.

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I almost passed out on the spot. Lisa, that sneaky little thing, hadn't just sent any photo. No. She had sent the one of us in bikinis, taken during a poolside photoshoot. In the picture, I'm wearing a barely-there three-piece bikini, sprawled seductively by the edge of the pool, eyes lifted towards the camera. My wet hair clung to my skin, emphasizing my glistening, exposed fair skin. The whole scene oozed with a sultry, drenched allure—an image that radiated temptation.

he added, holding it up with a playful grin, seemingly undeterred by my growing apprehension. The bikini he held up was striking: a black design with crisscross mesh sides that left little to the imagination, while the top featured only small fabric circles to cover the essentials. I could easily picture Evei rocking something like this, but there was no way I could bring myself to wear it, not with the thought of strutting around almost naked in front of a gaggle of thirsty men.

Whether it was photography… or design… or anything she decided to touch. She didn’t just do it. She mastered it. A faint smirk tugged at my lips. I swiped to the next slide and the air left my lungs. It was Chris. But not the Chris sitting across from me. This was a side of her I’d never seen. She was captured in a bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip with a look of pure provocation in her eyes. Her hands tracing the curve of her butt. And her breast,

While she rang them up, he leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Wear the coral one tonight,” he murmured. “No panties. I want easy access on the balcony.” My thighs clenched; heat flooded low in my belly. I nodded—too flustered to speak. Next boutique: swimwear. Tiny bikinis, high-cut one-pieces, crochet cover-ups. Killian selected without hesitation—a black string bikini: triangle top that would barely cover my nipples, high-cut bottoms that would show the full curve of my ass. He handed it to me with a look that promised sin.

My heart almost leaped out of my mouth at the scene before me. Ziyana. She sat in the swimming pool. Her skin glistened with the combination effects of the water and the sun. She seemed worried free and content with the position she was in. She was scarcely clad in a bikini that barely covered her buttocks. The strings of the bikini are long deep in the lines of her bottoks. As she swarms effortlessly through the water, I get carried away at the sight of her bottocks jiggling up her down, looking wet.

he says with a wink, and squeezes next to me on my sun bed, his hands all over me like an octopus. “God, you’re hot. You haven’t got a crotchless bikini on, have you?” Is he serious? Actually, a crotchless bikini would have been handy. “I don’t think they even exist—” I suddenly notice two children watching us in curiosity. “Stop!” I hiss, and drag Ben’s hand out of my bikini bottoms. “We’re not doing it on a sun bed! We’ll get arrested!”